Miscalculation: A kriyaansh and Swaron FF - Page 2

The pied piper was playing her tune again.

Rey's lips curved into a soft smile as he rests his head on his arms, leaning against the roof's wall, looking down, watching her playing her mouth-organ while people around her are busy with different works of their own. No one is actually listening to her, but all of them are surrounding her. She has that in herself, she attracts people. Be it friends or foes, bullied victims or teachers, everyone gets affected by her.

He got affected too, but in a different way.

Sighing softly, Rey glanced behind once. Swayam is sitting on the roof's floor, with his home assignment copy and copying from it in an inhuman speed. They have to submit it after recess and Swayam, as usual hasn't even made one scratch. Rey couldn't even guess what he does all day, why he never does one assignment properly. Why is he so different from him? Rey don't even know why Swayam considers him as a friend. Not just a friend, also the closest one. Swayam, the dude, the charmer. He can get along with anyone. Everyone everywhere loves to be around him, talk to him. And Rey. He is sure no one in his class knows about his existence, no one cares. And Rey doesn't really regret that. He loves staying away. Talking with a bunch of all-looks-without-brain people isn't really his taste. He gets annoyed with the lack of realization these so-called class-mates have.

But Swayam is different, he is not all clothes and parties and girls and every-brainless-stuff there is. Sometimes Rey feels that he pretends to be like that, Swayam seems more relaxed whenever he is with Rey. And Rey enjoys it aswell. Swayam was a late admission. He joined college after a couple of months. He said he had an accident and was admitted in nursing home. May be because of that or his instant popularity or may be because the seniors didn't notice a new entry, he never got ragged or bullied. He even saved Rey once, and that's how they actually met...

That day he was captured by them again, they wanted him to make copy of their assignments, and as usual, Rey couldn't find his voice to protest. He was scared, he was scared to speak up mainly because he knew she was there. She wasn't paying attention to what those guys were doing but her presence was daunting enough. Enough to make him recall constantly that he don't get to speak up, he don't get to look up. He wanted to run but that guy's arm around his neck wasn't helping in that. And that's when he heard that voice,

"You're here? Man, the HOD is looking for you!"

A cheerful voice and a strong pull on his hand, Rey suddenly found himself away from the clutches of the senior and getting dragged by a completely unknown guy. He had a stylishly messy hair and sparkling warm eyes, with a very sweet smile, unusually sweet for a guy. He muttered a quick apology to the seniors and dragged Rey away. That's how he met Swayam Shekhawat.

When he dared to glance back once while getting rescued away, all he could see was those cold, dark eyes, staring back at them. Rey didn't know what emotions they held that day. Angry for getting a victim escaped, surprised to see a first year dared that or annoyed? Or may be none of them, maybe she merely noticed the incident.

"Who're you looking at?"

Rey's chain of thoughts broke as soon as Swayam spoke. He is standing beside him now, looking down at the college premises aswell, trying to figure out who is Rey staring at. Rey shook his head at once while unnecessarily pushing his glasses back a little,

"No one!"

"Tell me?"

"I told you, no one."

"The first year girls? Nah, not them. Those third year girls I guess? But, you weren't looking at that side. So- ..."

"Swayam, I told you, am not looking at-"

"Those bullies?"

Rey pressed his chin on his arms, why is Swayam always so persistent? Why he always gets the thing out of him, every time?

Swayam watched Rey and chuckled softly,

"Relax, they will not harm you ever again. As long as am with you, I will find a way out."

Rey shook his head while staring back at her. She stopped playing and now leaning her back against a guy, who was busy pushing some poor first year lad inside the dustbin a while ago and now sitting relaxed after his work done.

"Why are they always like that? Bullying people, scaring people? What good they gain out of it? Why the fourth year pupil never says anything to them? They are the senior most, if they say something, these third years will stop, right?"

Swayam shook his head hearing him, "I don't know. But the fourth years never meddles with college affairs, they have more than that to worry about." Then he turned his face towards Rey,

"Do you know that not all of them are third years, the leaders are actually second year students?"

Rey frowned in disbelief, how is that possible? Everyone knows that they are the third year gang. May be getting his facial expression Swayam turned his head back at them and pointed out,

"Three people. Look, you see that girl, in short skirts and jackets, all pretty and make-up and all, that's Sneha. She is a second year. She is so beautiful that almost every boy in this college flocks around her like a moth, and that's what created her awful personality."

"She looks pretty pompous!"

Swayam made an amused face hearing Rey's instant response,

"Yeah, she is. But her only strength is that she is friends with the other two. Look, you see that guy, the one who was pushing someone down inside a dustbin, he is Vicky. You will know, he is the one who does most of the bullying. He is arrogant, a foul-mouth and known as a delinquent. They say he can even kill if she asks."

"She?"

"Her, the one leaning against him, she is the leader of the gang. Vicky does everything she says. No one ever talks back to her, not even the teachers. "

Rey felt his heart sink a bit more as Swayam points at her. That green hair, that half-covered face, that dark cold eyes, she is a second year?

"Why?"

"Well apparently when she was a first year, two second year guys wanted to rag her. And she broke their ribs."

Rey gasped in shock, he tried to find any kind of hint that Swayam's lying, but the casual shrug and honest eyes made sure that Swayam is telling the truth. Rey looked back at her again, she is now leaning her head back upwards, watching the sky, and may be, may be Rey felt she is looking up at the roof, at them, at him!

"Her name?"

"Kriya Ghai."

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The sky's too clear, the blue colour almost hurting the eyes. With staring at it feels like it will succumb her in, drag her in to the heaven, where she will never belong. Where she will be tortured, for her sins! Her eyes drifted away and fell on the nearest building. She can see two people on the roof, looking down. She knows that glasses guy, that guy makes her curious. He is a first-year and mercilessly bullied, almost every day. But surprisingly, she can spot him every day, somewhere near or somewhere far. Looking at her, no, watching her. She charged him once in the library, but as usual, he was all stammered and scared, like every other guy. But his eyes, when she saw his eyes, they were, unusual.

Kriya wondered everyday from that day that how exactly his eyes were when they fell on her. Are they scared? Are they full of hate? Do the despise her or they feared her? Why, why is that kid always there?

"Who are you looking at?"

A very soft murmur came from Vicky. He was watching her from the corner of his eyes as she leaned her back against his, resting her head on his shoulder and looking upwards. If the victims ever hear this voice they will never believe that it can come from Vicky. He has that image to maintain. He made that reputation after doing a lot of dirty works.

Kriya stayed silent, without answering. Vicky followed her gaze and looked at the roof as well. May be by noticing Vicky move his head upwards, the glasses guy left in a split of a second. Vicky stared for a few moments before murmuring again,

"That's Swayam, right?"

"Yes, it is."

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"A little smile, chin down, that's it. That's my girl", Jeremy chirped up while clicking the shots one after another.

Sharon kept the straight face, with the exact way he wanted it to be. Her chin is itching badly, her head is hurting. Those stupid clips sure gonna give her another bad headache tonight. She can't really think of any reason why Jeremy insisted of doing her hair in a medieval aged bun, how does it have to anything with the new kajal? It's an eye-product, no one's gonna notice if her hair was just kept open.

With at least ninety shots and two hours of stinging bright light, Sharon was allowed to have a break. She hurried of to the dressing room, she really need to get rid of this stupid bun and she badly needs to eat something, she's starving. What's with these people's obsession on eat less, eat healthy blah blah. She is in a growing age, she needs all the food. And it's stupid to think she will gain weight if she eats a little more than the usual servings the models of Xerens' get. She will just dance it out. Sharon pushed open the door of her allotted room and warmth flowed through her veins.

Simi is sitting on the bed, copying her home-work for her.

"Here comes the fresh face of Xerens!"

Simi chirped up. A mischievous glint on her eyes with a wide grin brightening up the entire room. Sharon quickly glomped her best-friend, it's been almost a week they didn't meet, thanks to her hectic schedules. Simi had always been there for her, since childhood they have been dancing together. Two years ago when she won the Little Dancing Superstar's trophy, Simi was there, standing just beside her, supporting her. When she got this Xerens contract a year ago, Simi was always there. Sharon had lost a lot of friends, her class-mates from school either look at her in admiration or with aversion. And Sharon had to put up a front, always, for being the teen-face of the most popular beauty-product in India, for being the young dancing sensation in India. She always had to look perfect, be perfect, always had to put on her best smile and amazing behaviour. It's not like she enjoyed having eyes on her every moment of the day. She knew people are watching her, always, trying to look for a single mistake. And she will be replaced immediately.

But Simi was her support, she'd never let the mask drop, ever.

"Okay okay, now don't start crying, you'll ruin your make-up" Simi grinned as Sharon sniffled once, trying to force the tears back inside.

"Am just so happy, it's been so long."

"You'll be happier when I show you something."

Sharon stared at her curiously as she spoke. Simi smirked softly and pulled out a box, wrapped in red velvet and a silver rose on top of it. She knows this box, not exactly this box but this wrapping style. Unknowingly a small smile crept on her lips. Simi noticed that and chuckled even more.